Well, I’m back home.
I took a short trip to Boston over the weekend for an alumni reunion and to catch up with old friends. I shouldn’t say old…we’re not old. Yet. Right? RIGHT?
Anyway, what tends to happen when you have only 48 hours and almost as many people to catch up with is this:
-Lack of sleep
-Random grab bag of meals
-(Possibly) compromised immune system
-General state of frazzle
The the meal of mac ‘n cheese at 2:30 am that I swiped from my friend’s fridge on Saturday is a pretty good indicator of how the weekend went.
I’m feeling a little draggy today as a result and am skipping a book club meeting in favor of crashing in sweats with a little trashy TV, ending with an early bed time tonight.
Oh, and some of this:
Because vegetables became suddenly sort of foreign to me over the weekend and I sorta missed ’em.
It was all worth it to catch up with friends whom I hadn’t seen in years, though.
Besides, how can one enjoy the return of veggies until one has eaten cold mac ‘n cheese out of a tupperware container in the middle of the night?